She is the Night

She is the Night
(by: c.m.m.)

She was deepest night
And she fell all ‘round him
Caressing his body like a silken suit.
Sometimes she was soft as rose petals,
Touching his face with all the ease
And grace of warm springtime.

She was darkest night
And her friend, the moon, had left her,
As, timidly, she came upon him,
Whispering in his ear like rustling leaves
In haunted  woods
Where Autumn breaks brisk and laden.

She was deadliest night
And she came hard upon him
Like the calm before the storm
When the wind comes sighing,
Sending him chasing after his hat
While she deliciously laughed
As she and I are one, We are the night!